Assisi on a sunny autumn morning awakens to something new. A person with a strange Indian name and full of Western wisdom will hold a seminar on art, life and fantasy, creating all the possible combinations. Ren-Ham, the master says beautiful things about life, feelings, manners. Outside, among the young people we have the first crushes, the first expressions of points of view; new attitudes are tested; they feel easy and more elastic. Then it is very easy to pass from all to nothing, from euphoria to desolation, from night to day. But it is hard to make oneself understood, obtain true contact, comprehension. The sand in the hour-glass has run out. The theatre is lifeless. It is a simulacre of infatuations. Ren-Hams’s circus moves on. Life is but a merry-go-round that always turns in the same direction.